bullying

No. I didn't say you could talk yet.You made me feel like crap. I didn't fit into your little definition of perfect and you never let me forget it. I can assure you there is nothing. Nothing that would ever make you worth the air you breathe.

LOGAN: ...Izzy could do whatever the hell she wanted. All she needed to do was not give a sh*t about fitting in.

LOGAN: You see, Blake, the thing is, I don__ give a sh*t what other people think.

Pique or policy. We would never know.

A lot of people have it in for me. It's practically a school sport.

(To the haters) You are not extinguishing the bright lights of mankind, you're simply burying yourself in an unmarked grave.

I'd lost myself in the abyss of someone else's tyranny...again.

Being overly critical of yourself is like having a relentless, inescapable bully who follows you everywhere you go and abuses you.

Overcoming abuse doesn't just happen, It takes positive steps everyday. Let today be the day you start to move forward.

You're a survivor because everyday you make a choice not to be governed by their harsh words or actions. No one has the right to take away your happiness.

Strange how mean words can return to ones thoughts, years after they__e been callously thrown at you. They replay in your mind, spiking a sense of remembered pain. Nasty name calling can be an ugly memory that stabs unexpectedly__ot unlike a nightmare where you wake up crying. Sticks and stones, may break your bones__et, cruel names can hurt you.

Abstaining from sex, hitting the books, and wearing loose-fitting clothes are common ways that girls try to molt their "slutty" image. But more often their shame leads them to self-destructive behavior. They become willing to do things that they wouldn't have dreamed of doing before they were scandalized because they now feel they have so little to offer. Some girls do drugs or drink to excess in an attempt to blot away their stigma. Others become depressed and anorexic. And others think so little of themselves that they date boys who insult or beat them.

Out there was a man who had murdered his daughter. And another who had stepped on her heart. His hatred should be aimed at the one who killed her, but all he could picture was Yoshino being literally kicked out of that car.

For in today__ generation of teenagers finding acceptance is hard, especially for those who dare to be different-then it__ impossible.

If I had been armed with a feminist understanding that no girl deserves to be called a slut, perhaps I would have fought back by reporting the harassment to my school's headmistress or another school authority, or at least I might have had the strength to tell of the name-callers on my own. But at the time, all I knew was that if I avoided eye contact, it was a hell of a lot easier to get through my days.

[On hearing that 86% of gay teens have experienced harassment] Eighty-six percent? Eighty-six per-fuckin-cent WERE harassed?! That means fourteen per-fuckin-cent WEREN'T harassed? WHAT?!At MY school a hundred percent of the children - gay, straight, transgendered, bi, sell... or trade - WERE harassed. She's saying that fourteen percent of the gay students were NOT harassed? That seems impossible.At MY school any one of us would have sucked Elton John's COCK at a mandatory school assembly for a fourteen percent chance of NOT being harassed.

He felt as if he has heard similar stories before. The wimp at school had grown to become stronger than the bully. And by some devious twist of fate, he would pop back into your life years later and take his revenge in the most unimaginable ways, and make sure that you suffer as much, or more, than he ever did before.

I know what I'm talking about, Alecto! When I think of Jud, I think of the times he wanted to be a coal miner, the times he took Wendy and me sailing in the harbour, the times he showed me how to play soccer, but I forgot all the bullying and I__l never understand why. And now you ask me, you ask me what happened once we were in high school. You said you didn__ understand what having a family was like, so ask me!_ Mandy was shouting at him without even realizing it, her words sharp and unforgiving.___._ Alecto started, hesitating for a moment. __ou don__ seem like yourself Mandy Valems, not at all_.___o, go ahead! You want to know what having a real family is like?_ Mandy snapped, turning to stare at him coldly. __sk me what happened, I__l tell you anything you want to know!___What happened?_ Alecto asked quietly, looking nervous and confused.__ stayed late after school in shop class when I was in grade 9, trying to keep my lousy grades up. I was building a birdhouse, something like that, and that was when Jud and all his popular jock friends came storming in, laughing and swearing like a bunch of pigs,_ Mandy continued. __o ask me what happened next.____ I don__ want to ask you what happened,_ Alecto replied.__sk me!_ Mandy yelled.__lright, what happened next_?_ Alecto questioned.